Carmen walked through the front door of her home surprised to see her father still awake and watching T.V. so late. She gently closed the door and studied him as he sat on the couch. Sighing, she realized he was drunk again. Taking a deep breath she tried to recount how many evenings she had come home to find her father silently drinking on the couch. At least a couple dozen since her mother had moved out and left them behind three months ago.
Carmen analyzed her father for moment; he was 5' 11", 200 lean pounds, and had a full head of dark brown, wavy hair that swept over his head handsomely. His body was always in very good shape. He had a stern set of brown eyes that would hardly give away anything. His entire face, in fact, was very hard to read and even harder to find a soft spot on. Except for her of course. She could always find the weak spot on her daddy's face.
She wondered to herself how she had turned out so differently. Standing at only 5' 4" and 120 pounds she was hardly her father's daughter in terms of size. Her body was small but she did have some exaggerated features, mainly her large butt that her friends always made fun of. She did have his wavy, lush, brown hair and brown eyes however. She should be grateful for the features her father gave her; Young and innocent. There were many times as she had gotten older that she had been mistaken for a much younger girl, even now, 18 and at university. As her mother would say, "You'll appreciate it when you're older."
She shrugged her shoulders and scooted over and sat down beside him on the couch. He was obviously happy to see her and reached his muscular arms out to hug her tight. Maybe a little too tight, or maybe it just felt too tight because he was so big and she was so small. He began heaving his chest up and down a little more as the hug continued, clearly sobbing into his daughter's shoulder. After a few minutes she pulled away from him and gently sat him back against the couch. Then her father, Greg, finally opened his drunken mouth to speak,
"I couldn't make her cum.."
Upon hearing those words come out of her father's mouth she froze and stared blankly forward. She had never heard one foul word out of his mouth, not one. Now this. She could hear herself breathing, her own heart was beating in her ears. She was so embarrassed her cheeks were flushed. Then he continued,
"That's why she left. I couldn't make her cum. To be honest, I never had a clue. I thought I was doing fine. One day out of the blue your mom came to me and told me she was faking her orgasms for our entire relationship and she just couldn't do it anymore. So she had found herself another lover to satisfy her needs. Eventually she developed feelings for him and decided to leave once you were an adult and could take care of yourself. I just thought you should know that it was all my fault she left. I couldn't make her cum. I couldn't make her cum...."
He continued on but she bursted out of her seat and basically ran up the stairs into her bedroom. She shut the door a little too loudly and leaned back against it. Her b cup breasts were heaving up and down on her chest with her quick and jagged breaths. She. Was. Horrified. Utterly horrified. She had never even discussed sex with her father, not even once, and now he was telling her about her mother's orgasms?! He must be really drunk to go that far. She let the information sink further in. Now she knows that her father is depressed and alone because he couldn't make her mother....cum?
She chuckled once thinking to herself I know how she feels. She then sharply chastised herself inwardly at bringing up her own horrid memories. She slowly made her way to sit on her bed while entranced. As she sat and tried to calm herself, the worst memory of her life unfolded in her mind. Red with embarrassment from the scene that had just unfolded and ripe with thoughts of her own shortcomings, her mind delved into the abyss she normally kept so well hidden.
She is 13 and staring down at her own hand holding a very erect but still very insignificant penis. Her boyfriend, Jack, had been asking (more or less begging) her for weeks to do what so many girls her age had already surpassed: give him a hand job. After the constant teasing from her female friends and the slaughter of her will to resist the boy she felt she truly loved at the time, she had given in and attempted something she had barely any knowledge of.
They had spent several minutes making out and drooling into each other's mouth before the time had finally come. Jack had his pants and underwear off surprisingly fast and sat on his bed before her beaming with pride at this rod of power he possessed. Right away Carmen felt sick and scared. She always had a bit of social anxiety and was clearly awkward but she managed to navigate through school and hanging out with her friends pretty well. She could generally keep up with the rest of the group. However, she felt completely unprepared for this. She knew absolutely nothing about a penis. Had never touched one or seen one. She knew enough not to be an idiot but when it came to actually knowing what to do with one she was totally lost. She started breathing faster as her fear began to take over.
She mustered up all of her courage and reached her hand out to grab Jack's penis. Then...well, what was she supposed to do now?
So she stared at it, and stared at Jack. She was lost. Wasn't something supposed to be happening? Should she be doing something? Should he? Sweat started pouring from her forehead as she stared down her tiny devil. Then she started to feel sick. She knew she had messed up somehow, done something wrong. So she looked up at Jack with pleading eyes waiting for further instruction. He just stared back at her with a disappointed face. He was obviously let down by her lackluster performance. He hadn't enjoyed his hand job at all. Carmen was certain the whole school would know it about it too.
